Cloud Poetry

A layer of cloud covers the summer sky,
pleasant without menace.
Tantalisingly beautiful.
Serene by absence of noise.
Drawn by wind carriages.
The sun's rays exposing momentary holes,
transformed into stilts of light.
Radiant.
Only to disappear then reappear.
All random.
The shadow makers continue their passage,
individually, collectively -
it matters not,
for they are there,
above.
Always above
without